This one is pretty bad since i procrastinated it until the very, VERY last second. Anyways, its supposed to convey a singular emotion. Mine was supposed to be fear, but I don't know how well I actually captured it.
Rob xxxxxxxx
Mrs. xxxxxx
English 11 Honors
17 September 2008
An icy chill steadily invaded my body as I warily navigated myA “Chilling” Experience
way forward. It was a dismal, dreary day, the sort of wintry day
that even children dreaded. The spiteful wind continually stung
our youthful faces while the bleak sky overhead offered scarcely sufficient light. There were no people accompanying us; there were no fearful animals hiding from us; we were the only visible signs of life amidst this desolate forest. Snow had ruthlessly conquered the area—blanketing out all else that dared otherwise remain. The sun had reached a point in the sky where, although the sun still volunteered light, it had decided to reclaim its warmth.
Slowly, I crept alongside my fellow adventure seekers as the murky, grey ice began to moan underneath our painful footsteps. Utterly numb, my feet glided uncontrollably across the insecure footing beneath me. Gradually, we had wandered farther and farther away from safety. Fear, cold, or perhaps both, created a slight trembling in my raw, pinkish hands. An intense longing to turn around manifested within me, however, my boyhood adventurism knew that I could not retreat this far into the journey. A mutual disquietude developed as our strides became shorter, lighter, and more hesitant.
The timid ice below shrieked in agony as we proceeded while the wind’s chilling onslaught vehemently howled from above. Snow covered pines restlessly heaved snow from their branches, eager to be free from the wet snow’s restraining weight. A sinking feeling developed deep within my heart; I knew that the terrain was becoming more and more dangerous. The hard, solid ice became indiscriminately, but detectably, softer. As my wet, dilapidated shoes contracted the ice, I could sense the ice beginning to yield.
Unexpectedly, I plunged directly downward into the bitter depths. A deathlike chill pulsed through my veins and an otherworldly, vile tasting substance poured into my body. Irrepressible convulsions rendered my feeble attempts to pull myself out of the malign water hopeless. An obscure blackness surrounded me, making me unaware to my exact depth. Helplessly, I flailed my arms in the water searching aimlessly for any aid.
Then, I felt an indiscernible object grab hold of my numb arm and abruptly hoist my limp body out of the water. Oxygen swelled in my lungs, expelling the atrocious, blackened water. The dry, crisp-smelling air stabbed my saturated exterior. Carrying myself back to land, safe, dry, warm land, was difficult; my legs were weak and unwieldy. We fear-stricken, boyhood adventurers made it back home in record time that day.
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